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the artist’s way assignment

ready to re-imagine creativity? the red light has turned green, the door has opened.
this week, adventureclubinteractive is signing a contract based on The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron.
every day – three morning pages. every week – one artist date.
fancy to follow along?

week one- adopting the pivotal tools

the morning pages

-no wrong way to do them

-overcoming perfectionism and self-censorship

-teaches you that your mood doesn’t matter

-they are non-negotiable – never skip or skimp

-put anything on three pages every day

-send and notify the world of dreams, dissatisfactions, hopes

the artist date

-scheduled time you uphold and defend against other plans or distractions

-inner artist is pampered, nurtured and listened to

-teaches you that details matter – pay attention, experience, observe

-to occur weekly – go somewhere, do something different

-keep it between you and your artists; no tagalongs

-receive and notice the world through insight, inspiration and spontaneity

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this morning, on a california beach, poseidon was found, lounging over a pitchfork, gazing inland. what brought him there? who put him there? what’s the point?

who cares?

here are some things we’ve been thinking about lately that might be as meaningless as a god in the sand. but if they’re meaningful it’s because we bothered to shape them, type them, and tell them. and i guess that’s the point.
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1. a backyard like no-man’s land.
i once wrote an unimportant blog post about being a good neighbor. i summarized hearing my neighbors’ conduct their lives through the fence. the key word is hear. i hardly know them, rarely see them, but i moved in when their first baby was first born and have lived next door to that baby becoming a kid and a new baby being born. the cycle of 2 a.m crying out the neighbors’ side window (alongside my bedroom window begins again. during the 2 p.m. hour, i hear the older one being threatened with time out or taking music lessons to the squeal of his baby brother crying…out the side window… again.
there’s a two year old on the other side of the fence (a year younger than the three-year old opposite) and he just got a little sister (a month older than the newborn opposite) both families on both sides of the fences are in full force on sundays. parents and grandparents on-site. i am sandwiched between generations of families sound happy… and together… and it feels like life in the middle is going nowhere, stuck in the middle of what life is very much about. that’s how it feels. but I don’t know how i feel about it. – CC

2. bath tub crayons
go buy kids bathtub crayons tomorrow . keep them in the shower because it is true that a lot of good ideas happen in there and- who wants to forget anymore!? -SE

3. does unrequited love have real world applications?
it’s like being inside a book that no one is reading i suppose. dreaming about old loves. and of a slim pride I have in journal writing, I’d say it’s mostly of my having tracked and recorded these dreams quite faithfully for a couple of years. i recently re-read these accounts in chronological order and was convinced of what i’ve always suspected: i’m trying to reconcile something in real life- subconsciously conjuring people from the past to help me reconcile. but what are they telling me? does dreaming in-love make sense in the real world? -CC

4. a spontaneous pop up party
give party guests about two hours warning that there will be a spontaneous, impromptu party. each guest much bring a dish to share and a gift to give. both dish and present must not be purchased; something already on hand. for the party host- all decorations and entertainment must already be in the house- no shopping. who knows who will come and what it will be like? -SE

5. a writer“if that’s what I was to become, needs a sniper’s awareness of landscape + a sinister impulse to show reality its own face + a hunter’s sense of hearing + a bedridden personality type + a consumptive’s reading habits + an interior life like an iron lung + an open mind in regards to lumbar support + a visceral connection to the written word + a keen interest in capitalizing on the tragedies of your time + a capacity to live without exterior validation + an irresistible curiosity that gives you the moral right to eavesdrop or stalk almost anyone on planet earth” – Steve Toltz, Quicksand

6. i’m not vain, but i’m desperately clinging to my “prime”
i look at my gray hairs without fright. i accept that they keep coming. i was thinking about the age i reached puberty, which was more or less normal. i thought in exaggerations. what if all my hair was already gray and what if i had been one of those late bloomers in my teenage years? think how short my “prime” would have been. do we fail to recognize ourselves in our “prime” and then it’s too late- we’re completely bald or wrinkled, feeling sorry about irretrievable of age? -CC

7. idea for a story
main character goes out everyone day of his life and picks up a rock along the way. he does this every day of his life, always coming home every day with a rock… the rocks signify something, but what? every night before bed he removes the rock that arrived in his pocket and places it in in his dresser drawer. his dresser drawer is full of rocks. one day it falls through the floor. this could be the beginning or the end of the story. -SE

a collection makes a show.

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art is a prejudice. what one sees is only what one’s own two eyes can see.
objectivity is impossible for artists, photographers, humans- because the same thing is seen differently by each, always filtered by feelings, attitudes, what we know and what we think we know.

when was the last time you saw a monster? when was the last time someone pointed out a monster that you were unable to see? what do you mean when you describe something as monstrous? how do you depict someone as monstrous? what is a monstrosity?

adventurous monsterpiece

you may be quick to rank the monsters, wild things and what’s hiding under the bed as the illusory concerns of children (as though you couldn’t be bothered with the ranks of those things…) but YOU are an adventure seeker and an artist and YOU understand that illusions are real and that- always– there exists within us our own creative child.

don’t be prejudiced against monsters. don’t deny their existence. don’t judge them. don’t file them away then pull them out for halloween or the full moon or the dark of night. (or do all of the above if that’s all how you see it!) this week’s assignment is about monster photography. any and all responses to the theme: monsterpiece– should be conveyed photographically. whatever you photograph and submit should represent how YOU see monsters. sharing your representations- your masterpieces- will allow EVERYONE to see how you see monsters… and then they can decide for themselves…